Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GOD'S WEATHER: MARCH, by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL


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GOD'S WEATHER: MARCH, by                    
First Line: A wild whir of wings thro' the woodland's browns hieing
Last Line: Blow on thro' the woods and the weather, god's weather.
Subject(s): Harvest; Months; Spring; Weather


A wild whir of wings thro' the woodland's browns hieing;
A scurry of furry things, tossed windrows flying;
A flurry of raindrops; the far wild geese crying—
First-fruits of the spring time.

The whirling gust billows
Dead drifts over logs deep in hushed mossy pillows,
Whips across the black pools with their banked sodden willows.
And furred thing and whirred wing and woodcries together,
The windrow and we—all the wild things together—
Blow on thro' the woods and the weather, God's weather.





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